Human Existence Human existence is a miracle And yet everyday those unfortunate few wake Up feeling they are unloved and meaningless When we are all of the same make This ties us together as one We have defied the persistence Of the universes’ development To annihilate all life So we have no reasons to be

Wilting I let them push me into the ground I am a seed I will blossom I watch them Sharpen up their canines Ready to tear into my flesh I am my mother’s only daughter I am the lotus in swampy waters I am a flower in the night I am always closed absorbing

Feelings Anger fills my heart, The feelings surpass me. Painful feelings, Bad feelings. The heart asks me to hurt, The mind and soul say no. I have to control myself, I cannot afford it. The desire to hurt, The one who once hurt me, Is superior to me, “Do not do it” I think. Sad,

Blind We live in a world of sorrow A world of pain A world of corruption A world of shame In the darkness we are all blind Our teachers pull the wool over our eyes There is a light but when it’s extinguished We are all blind Blinded from love Blinded from truth Blinded from

Look Around I take look around and see Giants of purpose looking down at me They give me air to breath, food to eat I go to them in times of need I take a look into concrete sky Wondering will I go there if I die But the only purpose I can see Is

Inspiration It started with a blank page With no expression And it took a seed A seed of inspiration To set our minds free A seed That made colours sprout from our minds Shapes formed at our finger tips That page was blank no more As branches crowded the page And leaves sprouted from the

The Shadow of Sadness It leaves a void that cannot be filled. An empty space that no one can ever take the place. There are no words. There is no comfort. “It was his time anyway” or “he was suffering”. These words might be of comfort later. However, there must be time to mourn Things

Something More In this current period, life is just so bland We just exist, survive, insignificant like a grain of sand. We do the same thing every single day, There is no change in routine from September to May. I’m just tired of nothing changing Just the same old, same old School life never changes

My Brain My Brain, my mind, my greatest enemy, A mine field where each mine is perfectly the size of your foot But you always step on three, A landslide that takes the mountain onto your back But you carry on because you must, Like a heatwave a blizzard a hurricane and drought all at

School We come to ‘learn’ but Our imagination is pulled away from us Thrown in storage We never get it back We look for the light That fades into black All our hopes and dreams All come to depend On the useless facts Our memories amend Stereotypes reinforce our minds We are meant to flourish

BRAVE NEW WORDS

Every month our Brave New Words blog features submissions received from students who’ve participated in our workshops. Every year Inspireland delivers creative writing and poetry slam workshops to over 6,000 students throughout Ireland.